This is my lunch:
Two slices of Swiss cheese. Three slices of salami. Mayo. Worst sandwich in the history of sandwiches.
This is why I'm so tired:
After class last night, I went to Bison Witches for beer and sandwiches with four other writing students. I got the stool at the end of the booth which made me the tallest and therefore in charge, but I don't think anyone else was familiar with the rules. I had a Stone IPA. I was so tired to begin with that it almost toppled me off the stool. I didn't get home until 11:00 (the Witching Hour). Class ended at nine o'clock (the Bison Witching Hour). But it was totally worth it.